#mating marks

Pairing: Neris | Rating: T | Word Count: 1813

Summary: Nesta refused a bite mark from her mate when they wed. But seeing her sister’s fresh mark has her questioning that decision.

Warnings: Omegaverse, Omega!Nesta/Alpha!Eris, Inner turmoil (Nesta’s worrying) Biting marks, Eris using his High Lord commands.

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For Day Five of @acotar-omegaverse-week Marks

Gen Tag: @mybestfriendmademe @hieragalbatorixdottir Borders by @tsunami-of-tears

Nesta was staring. She could hear the voice of her mother harshly scolding her in the back of her mind even still. But she couldn’t look away. She was having tea with her sisters in Valaris. A monthly tradition once she agreed to marry Eris, so they could visit. They had skipped the month prior due to Elain’s mating ceremony. Now Nesta was staring at her, the mark on her neck to be precise.

Thoughts were rushing through her mind. She’d never seen a fresh mating mark. When they first saw Feyre after she turned fae, hers was concealed and when she saw it later, it was healed. But Elain’s. Elain’s was deep red, teeth markings over her scent glands. Nesta glanced at Feyre, her eyes going to the faded mark on her neck. Then her eyes dropped to her hands.

Summary: In which Lucy and Natsu are captured by Dimaria, that is until E.N.D comes out and she finds herself giving into him in unexpected ways.

Status: Complete

Word Count: 7k

Rating: Explicit

https://archiveofourown.org/works/58682689

"It's not like that." Mirage whispers comfortingly as he cupped Cliffjumpers face in his hands and caressed his cheek with a thumb, "Yes marking has had certain... Implications in the past. But it was a common tradition in the tower where I grew up."

"You're asking me to hurt you."

"Only at first. And only a little. It's like... Getting a shot."

"With my teeth?"

"Yes! I-I mean no! I just" Mirage sighed, "Look I can't make you but you know I would never ask you this if I thought you'd actually hurt me for real. I trust you."

Cliffjumper looks at him and grunts, "Is it really that important to you?"

Mirages soft eyes looked into his, "Yes."

Cliffjumper touched Mirages hand which still cupped his cheek. He sighed and turned his head, nuzzling the palm. Then he turned it over and kissed his wrist, the back of hand, and finally the knuckles.

He hesitated for just a moment, glancing at Mirage.

Then delicately he took Mirages ring finger into his mouth, paused, and bit down. Hard.

Mirage flinched but didn't pull away. After a moment, Cliffjumper pulled the finger away.

The bite mark formed a ring around the finger. Bleeding slightly from Cliffjumpers sharp teeth.

"There. That's just for you. Happy now?"

Mirage held his finger up and suddenly remember some Earth tradition involving rings.

He smiled warmly and held the bitten hand, "Yes."

Cliffjumper flushed and looked down a sliding his gaze.

"I-Ill get you a bandaid."

As the red minibot scurried away, Mirage could only chuckle at how unexpectedly romantic his partner could be.

Hi, ABOnymous!

Hahaha! See what I did there? This isn't where I typically do my more adult blurbs, but I think I got an idea for a way to make mating marks! (Psst! I'm also excited to do more Alpha Vaggie and Omega Charlie).

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Marked By Love: Chaggie

Charlie: (pacing nervously back and forth in her bedroom) Okay, okay, okay, just bring it up. That's all you have to do. Bring it up and see what she thinks. You've only been together for.... what.... three years now?

Charlie: (groans and stomps her feet in little tippy taps) Other Alphas usually mark their mates by the time they sync their ruts with their Omega's heats! We've been doing that for two years!!!

Charlie: (whining) I mean. I understand why now. She's an ex-exorcist. I get why she wouldn't want to exchange mate marks before. She didn't want me to find out and feel trapped, but STILL!!!!

Charlie: (gasps) What if she doesn't actually want to mate me....

Charlie: (gasps louder and holds her hands to her chest) Oh, that's a horrible thing to think. Do I think that?

Charlie: Y... Yes!

Charlie: N... No....

Charlie: UGH!!!! (flops back onto her bed and whines, covering her face with her hands) I just want to be her mate! Is that so much to ask? For her to just leave a big, bloody, mating mark on my-

Vaggie: Ahem!

Charlie: (springs up and sees Vaggie standing in the doorway with a smirk) Vaggie! Oh, shit! How long have you been standing there?

Vaggie: Hmm... I think the floor still had about an inch of wood still in that rut you made, so most of it.

Charlie: (curls into herself and laughs awkwardly) Y-Yeah... Right... So, elephant in the room?

Vaggie: (closes the door behind her and saunters up to Charlie, gently pushing her shoulder so she's laying on her back, before crawling over her Omega) I love you, Charlie. And, you were right. I was worried about marking you before because of my past.

Charlie: (blushing hotly and swallows) U-Uh-Huh....

Vaggie: (shifts her weight to her left hand so she can take Charlie's left hand and bring it to her lips, planting a soft kiss to the knuckle of the ring finger) But you still accepted me despite everything, so if you'll still have me, I'd love to leave a little pre-requisite mark before the main event tonight~

Charlie: (whines and shivers at the low rumble in Vaggie's chest) O-O-Okay~ (shakes her head) I mean, YES!!! YES, PLEASE!!! Please, Alpha!

Vaggie: (smirks and adjusts Charlie's fingers so her ring finger is sticking out. She licks the digit and takes it fully into her mouth before biting down on the third knuckle hard with a low growl. The metal and brimstone flavor of Charlie's blood tickles her senses and she soothes the mark with her tongue)

Charlie: (whimpers and blushes as she winces from the initial sting, but immediately wants more)

Vaggie: (kisses the new mark marring alabaster skin before smirking into Charlie's knuckles) Down, princesa. Just be patient until tonight. Until then, this will have to do~ (puts Charlie's hand down and leans up to kiss her forehead before getting off the bed) Now, if you'll excuse me. I have a meeting with our lovely neighborhood Radio Demon about hotel security. I'll see you at dinner.

Heee ok. This is a verse that largely exists in my DMs with @supernaturalkickparty and I don't have much WRITTEN yet, but it starts from when omega!Mary comes back in s12, while omega!Sam is kidnapped by the BMOL. For omegaverse reasons, Dean has to reclaim Mary's mating mark from John before she goes into a grief cycle. There's a platonic head-of-family way to do this, but the lines are quickly crossed. When they rescue Sam, he's already started his grief cycle (thinking Dean died) and realizes/smells what's happened between Dean and Mary, and they have a threesome to fix the family dynamic/Dean's harem. 😅😅😅

She hugs him and he freezes at her scent; the familiarity of it; it’s been 34 years since that scent has meant home and it’s bittersweet – the comforting musk of Dad twined in the milky honey of Mom, and the faint woodsy scent laced underneath. He wraps his arms around her and shoves his nose into her hair; opens his lips and breathes in the scent of his lost home lingering across her skin, concentrated in her mating mark near the back of her neck. He wants to drink her in.

She feels so small in his arms – somehow smaller than she’s ever felt before, in the past or in Heaven – and he wants to cry.

At her next words, he just might.

“Where are John and Sammy?” _

The next time she’s in his arms, she’s crying, her grief a thick cloud over his senses. Instinctively, he tongues over the edge of his father’s mark just at the crook of her neck, soothing her. Her sobs slow, though her tears don’t.

_

Dean can taste Mary’s grief, thick in the air of the old clunker he’s hotwired to get them from New York to Kansas. He hasn’t been able to catch a signal, and all his good cards were left behind with Sam since…well. Dean wasn’t exactly supposed to come back.

The thought makes Dean imagine Sam’s own grief scent right now, and Dean feels like he might be sick. He checks his mirrors – no traffic – and pulls Baby over onto the shoulder.

“Mom–” he starts, and sees her cringe slightly, eyes so young and lost when she looks at him. “Mary,” he amends, reaching to unbuckle her seatbelt and pull her closer. Her arms are around herself protectively, but when she breathes him in she melts against him. He pulls her hair aside to rub her back and calm her with soothing pheromones, the way the alpha of a family should.

He takes a whiff of her, and panic surges through him at how faded her mated scent is already.

He doesn’t think it was ever that quick for him or Sammy.

It’s too fast; he barely got to appreciate that nostalgic scent of Before, and Sam hasn’t had a chance at all. Instinctively, he noses down and licks over her mating mark. Tastes his father there; almost moans at the reassurance of it when it’s still strong on his tongue. He laves against it, over and over, as if his attentions can still strengthen it.

Vtudurubfksks

as well was one can expect actually. Pigsy and Tang has been married and living together for several years at this point. But the catalyst that started the whole mating mark thing was when another demon took interest into Tang and tried to go about things the old fashion way.

You see. Pigsy thinks himself above all his demon instics so he never went through the kidnapping, courting bracelets, and eventually mating mark with Tang. He went a more human rout of just asking the guy out a date, and feeding him a lot, and eventually over time asking them to be his boyfriend and eventually marriage.

So Tang isn't familiar with the demon way and gets kidnapped by this demon

And Tang is like "hey! Take me home! I already have a husband." And the demon only laughs at him and is like.

"the fuck you don't! You don't even have the scent marks from a nest much less a mating mark."

And that absoulty confuses Tang who forces this poor demon to explain what he means and then he has to lay out ALL demon mating customs including a mating mark going as far as to say "he clearly isn't serious about you if he hasn't marked you" which absoulty offends Tang but before he can claw thire eyes out Pigsy shows up finally to save his lover and kicks the demons ass.

So no Tang knows Pigsy has been holding back on him and he dose his own research on demons and finds out marks are like marriage rings, exchanged during ahem mating to seal a spiritual bond between partners. So he's been married to human standards but not demon standards. And that kind of hurts Tang.

So Tang asked Pigsy about it the next time they are having sex and Pigsy REFUSES to mark Tang. Saying it's barbaric and old fashioned and he didn't want to hurt Tang. Tang understands and backs off about it....for awhile.

Untill word gets around there is a pretty human who is into demons and unclaimed... And suddenly Tang is getting kidnapped every other weekend by demon suitors trying to impress him with thire home and offer courting bracelets to him. Pigsy saves him every time but it's getting old quick.

So the next time Pigsy and Tang are making love he just goes for it. He bites Pigsy claiming him. Pigsy becomes overwhelmed with his instincts in that moment. His brain screaming mate.mate.mate. over and over so he can't help himself when he bites Tang back marking him (on a side note it becomes the best sex they have 😉)

Tang and Pigsy once they comes down from the mating mark high Pigsy relaizes whet they did and panics but Tang calms him down and is like. "Dude. I want to stop being kidnapped. And I want to be married to you in YOUR traditions too." Pigys is still mad and also kind of shocked because he never picture TANG to be the one to mark him.

So after some talking they end up being happy with the outcome and Tang even convinced Pigsy to give into some of his demon instics in private like nesting and such. Tang stops getting kidnapped. So everyone wins.

The club was just what Blitz wanted right now, loud music, smell of smoke and good drinks. Work had been literal hell this week, so Blitz needed just a few hours of distraction before going back to reality. Wearing his leather jacket, black wash jeans and crimson button-down Blitz was strutting his stuff right to the bar. The bar tender slid a bottle of beer to Blitz that he caught single handed, taking a swig. "Well, well, if it isn't Blitzo!" Came an all too familiar voice that caused Blitz to spew his beer. "Fizz? What the fuck are you doing here?" Blitz exclaimed, spinning around to face the other imp. "I should be asking you that. Looking for someone else’s life to ruin?" Fizz taunted Blitz took note of how Fizz wasn't wearing his usual jester get up instead dressed in a long-sleeved yellow sweater and blue jeans leaving his partial horns exposed without the hat. Blitz felt the white patch on his face ache a little at seeing Fizz's damaged horns. "Of course, not and as I recall it wasn't me who ruined your life!" Blitz shot back bitterly "Oh really! Says the fuck up who couldn't even tell the simplest jokes!" Fizz spat back "Whatever can you just fuck off all ready! I’m trying to enjoy myself," Blitz growled irritably "Oh no! You don't get to just walk away this time! You fucking screw up! You can't do anything right ever! You fucked up my life and everyone that followed! Begs the question when are you going to fuck up the lives of your 'employees'? Hmm?" Fizz berated Blitz making him grimace as Fizz's words burrowed their way into his brain. "N-no! I'm...I wouldn't..." Blitz tried to defend himself but those words were the exact things he'd said to himself on more then a few occasions. "Sure, you will Blitzo! You ruin everyone and thing you come in contact with!" Fizz's words carried so much venom Blitz felt it penetrating his very soul. "Sounds like Yer speakin' from experience," Blitz damn near gave himself whiplash with the speed he spun his neck around towards the second familiar voice of the evening. Leaning against the bar with a leg crooked, cowboy hat tipped over his face and a tumbler of amber liquid in his hand was Striker. A single yellow eye peered from under that hat straight at Fizz and there was a very distinct rattle sounding from his direction. "Who the fuck are you?" Fizz asked indignantly "Me? I'm the fucking mate of the one you're belittling," Striker growled low as he pushed off the bar to come stand next to Blitz. "Mate!? There's no fucking way you've got a mate!" Fizz exclaimed in true shocked surprise "Aw, what's the matter bitch? Jealous Blitz was able to get a hot piece of ass like me?" Striker taunted flashing his fangs "Striker, you don't need to do this! I had this handled!" Blitz interjected irritability "I know you did Darlin' but as a source of pride I can't let this bitch get away with sayin' those things to Ya," Striker retorted with a wink Blitz could appreciate what Striker was trying to do but at the same time he couldn't shake what Fizz had just said. Striker's tail snaked around Blitz's calve as he reached up to not so subtly adjust his bandanna revealing the mating mark on his nape. "You're a fucking cocky bastard! Its absolutely disgusting!" Fizz sloppily insulted as he flushed red. "Sure am, also a better lay then you ever were," Striker shot back with a hiss Blitz by this point felt like he should say something but found himself tongue tied, it was a very unusual feeling to have someone stand up for him. Everyone hated him or at least that’s what Blitz thought most of his life proven when not even Moxxie or Millie would stand up for him when he got into shit however watching Striker right now tell Fizz to go get fucked…it was nice to have someone in his corner for once.

 “You fucker! How dare you!” Fizz growled, raising a hand to slap Striker only to have his hand snatched mid air.

“Now, now, no need for that,” Striker hissed again, his tail rattling furiously now from where it still sat coiled around Blitz’s calve. Suddenly a low growl erupted from Blitz drawing both Fizz and Striker’s attention to him.

“Don’t you fucking touch him!” Blitz snarled, pushing himself between Striker and Fizz now much to the surprise of both parties. Striker released Fizz’s hand as Blitz firmly planted himself between them, teeth bared and eyes flashing red with anger. Fizz took a step backwards at the sudden display of dominance from Blitz, a side he’d not seen before. Blitz’s spines were flared on his back as his tail coiled tightly around Striker’s waist in a possessive manner, but Striker didn’t mind in fact he gave a smug smirk in Fizz’s direction.

  “What the fuck? What’s wrong with you?” Fizz asked hesitantly

“You can say or do whatever you want to me but if you touch him, I will tare your fucking throat out!” Blitz snarled

Fizz was so taken aback by this display he lost all the gumption he once had instantly backing up before huffing a scoff as he headed for the nearest exit door. Blitz waited till Fizz was out of sight then he turned to face Striker who still had that smug smile plastered on his features. Striker was just about to say something when Blitz roughly used his tail to yank the pale imp into a heated kiss, a claiming kiss which Striker happily returned.

“Fuck Blitz! Never knew how possessive you could get,” Striker chuckled upon pulling from the kiss.

“No one but me is aloud to touch you!” Blitz growled against Striker’s nape where the mating mark he placed there was.

“Hmm, love when Ya talk dirty sugar. How’s about we blow this place before Ya start fuckin’ me right on the bar top?” Striker suggested with a hum of approval

“Yes,” Blitz simply breathed out

The two of them quickly paid their way then took off out of the club, Blitz hopping on bombproof behind Striker, tail still coiled tightly around the other imp’s waist. On the ride back to Blitz’s apartment Striker could feel Blitz caressing along his sides and hips.

“You know, standing up for me was pretty hot cowboy,” Blitz purred seductively into Striker’s ear.

“That’s my job Darlin’, You might be my dominant but, in the end, we’re mates which means we protect one another,” Striker responded so nonchalantly and perhaps for him it was just how things were but for Blitz this was a new concept, something he’d never experienced.

“I…I’ve never…had someone do that for me…” Blitz hesitantly stammered out, pressing his face to the back of Striker’s neck to breath in his scent.

“I know…but that’s no longer the case, I will always defend Ya Blitz,” Striker promised glancing over his shoulder.

“And that just makes you hotter,” Blitz smirked gripping Striker’s hips a little harder

I asked before how many Lawlu outsider POV fics are too many and then didn’t wait for an answer. Sorry, Kid, but you knew your turn would come eventually :)

Summary: Kid never would have believed there was a person crazy  enough to actually mate with Straw Hat Luffy, the biggest, most selfish  idiot on the seas. But seeing as the mating mark on said idiot's neck  was very real, Kid had only one question:Who the hell is Torao?

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Part 3 of Until We Drown verse

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When Kid had first noticed the scar on Straw Hat's neck, he had assumed it was simply yet another injury from his fight with Kaido. After all, when they had first tossed him in the cell with him, he was covered head to toe in bandages, the blood still seeping through in several places. It wouldn't have been so weird for him to have a wound or twenty still visible a week later.

But when all his other injuries disappeared only a few days later, leaving behind the one single, comparatively minor scar, Kid couldn’t stop wondering about it.

Every time the reddish patch of skin caught his attention, his eyes would linger on it, trying to figure out just why. Was it poison? Something to prevent the skin from mending fully? He’d really rather know if there was someone with a power like that among the Beast Pirates before he went back to kick Kaido’s ass. Would make recovery a real bitch.

It didn’t seem to bother Straw Hat much, if at all, however. Most of the time, he went on on his infuriating way of picking fights with Kid over the smallest things as if nothing was wrong so Kid supposed it was nothing for him to lose sleep over.

Yet, there was something that didn’t let Kid completely forget about it. Every single day in the evening, when all the prisoners were sent back to their cells and there was nothing to do, Straw Hat would inevitably end up with his hand on his neck, tracing the scar with his fingers with a complicated expression on his face. Kid would be lying if he said he wasn’t curious as hell.  

But he’d be damned if he actually asked so he simply resorted to showing slight concern over his rival's injury. Meaning, he teased Straw Hat mercilessly, riling him up as much as he could during their little competitions.

What could he say, the kid was infuriating and it wasn’t like he didn’t do the same thing to him.

Kid couldn’t wait for the day Kaido was out of the way, so he would be able to fucking show Straw Hat who was stonger, faster, better, and teach him and everyone else that a missing arm was nothing; not with Kid’s power and his crew by his side. But currently, the Emperor was the thing on the very top of Kid’s shit list so Straw Hat was safe. For now.

Unless his stupid charity would get him before Kid could. That would be a damn shame.